sometimes we put up walls not to keep people out but to see who cares enough to tear them down

cause we lost it all. nothing lasts forever i'm sorry i can't be perfect

i'll draw you a picture, i'll draw it with a twist, i'll draw it with a razor blade i'll draw it on my wrist. and if i draw it correctly a red fountain will appear, to wash away my sorrows, and chase away my fears

i hate you.
these games.
your defense mechanisms.

my teary bed
i can never sleep in this puddle.

why am i so desperate for you?

i hate you with all my love

minutes turn to hours without you by my side. In distance you felt closer to me, your new proximity shows be you've brought a cold shoulder along with you. i shrug andhope you'll get over this

Erase all the memories They will only bring us pain.

IT

that's all that i was to him, as i am led to believe. i'm so much more than that - he wants me to feel shame. i feel disposable, but inspired. He places me so far out of context. he lies to himself about who i am, what i'm about - to inspire hatred - a facade protecting him from pain. Emerging intraverted in progress - i left you as a last resort - i was waiting for you to be a better man. it wasn't happening by my side. you need to stad by your moral decision to never date the same person twice. i fucking love you. its not fair to anyone. i'm not one to wear something just because the shoe fits - but you weave stories in your mind to make me look the way you want. 3 months - youwre the last one inside me... it means nothing. my faith - blind.

The Cycle

To be a poet,
One must FEEL.
I've been Numb
for three Months,
Needless to say,
my writing has
been put on hold.

Once again the struggle.
But, I know that it's worth it.
As soon as I realise
pushing water through
the same cotton is
not only going to yield
more diluded results each time,
but become habit all the more.

I need to give that up
for good.
mine is a life worth living.

For mine, is a LOVE
who is WORTH loving.

in distance, and proximity alike.

I yearn for my love,
and for the strength
to journey back to that place,
no matter how high the road,
back where life was worth livin.
where i woke up in the morning
with the will to discover something new
and great about life, that inquisitiveness.
where i woke up in the morining and
wondered what i would create today,
what i would write, draw, anything.
who i would meet, who i would inspire.

i want it back.
i want it bad enough,
and for those things,
i will s t r u g g l e
that's right.

in due time,

i will find myself, again.